Safe Harbour
outside,
a sea-storm dashing,
rain gusts against
the window glass;
gutter gushing;
mossy path,
a river rushing
leaf-litter log jams
swirling downstairs.
inside,
still and snug
in safe harbour,
our bed is our boat,
cat coiled like a rope
in the prow of the doona;
her heavy warmth
moored to my leg.
alongside,
stretched out,
the reassuring bulkwark
of my husband,
rimming the edge
with safety.
buoyant
with warmth and complacency,
we skim the surface;
beneath us
the dark deep depths
of destiny and death.
a sea-storm dashing,
rain gusts against
the window glass;
gutter gushing;
mossy path,
a river rushing
leaf-litter log jams
swirling downstairs.
inside,
still and snug
in safe harbour,
our bed is our boat,
cat coiled like a rope
in the prow of the doona;
her heavy warmth
moored to my leg.
alongside,
stretched out,
the reassuring bulkwark
of my husband,
rimming the edge
with safety.
buoyant
with warmth and complacency,
we skim the surface;
beneath us
the dark deep depths
of destiny and death.
posted by Paula at
9:43 am
3 Comments:
Paula your words are so well written - a tapestry of sound, sight and emotion that transports me to new places, spaces and dimensions.
Love to you sweets.
'beneath us
the dark deep depths
of destiny and death'
I would write:
above us
the promise of possibilities
of courage and love
and the present now
oh well....that's me
xx
Yes, it is you, my darling, thank goddess! That's why you're here! Love, your Paula.
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